Rose blushed again. She'd said it. It was just a word, but she'd bowed under the jovial peer pressure. She didn't intend on starting to curse, though, but staying out late was okay. "My mama always was afraid that the big city would change me. When I go home, I should wear a tanktop and a miniskirt. She'll have a heart attack."
She took the seat next to him and gave him a look, her eyebrows raised and her lips pursed. "You are a bad influence on me. But a fun one." She was honest in that. Her friends had tried to break her out of her shell, but for some reason, Mal was doing a much better job than any of them had so far.